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XXI.
ALLEGHANIA.
Worthy the patriot's thought and poet's lyre,This second baptism of our native earth,
To consecrate anew her manhood's fire,
By a true watchword all of mountain-birth;
For to the hills has Freedom ever clung,
And their proud name should designate the free;
That when its echoes through the land are rung,
Her children's breasts may warm to liberty!
My country! in the van of nations thou
Art called to raise Truth's lonely banner high;
'Tis fit a noble title grace thy brow,
Born of thy race, beneath thy matchless sky
And Alps and Appenines resign their fame,
When thrills the world's deep heart with Alleghania's name!
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